The Holy Sacrifices Poem by Matloob Bokhari

THE HOLY SACRIFICES
Those intoxicated with luxury will be eaten up by worms.
Those who made world a killing field will finally be killed.
Where is Nimrud, mighty ruler, with high tower?
Where are Pharaohs with mines of silver and gold?
Where are Omayyads with palaces, fields and gardens?
When the sun and moon will vanish into nothingness,
Then the only name of the Master of Creation will be left.
Together with Him will always flow the blood of holy sacrifices.